Lip Dub Proposal

So one of my biggest complaints is that Pat is not into Grand Gestures.

Pat needs a lesson from Issac.

The Unsocial Network

Here's a fact to scare you:

A survey in the UK just found that more than a third of divorce filings in 2011 contained the word "Facebook".
And that's just the beginning:

And over 80% of U.S. divorce attorneys say they’ve seen a rise in the number of cases using social networking, according to the American Academy of Matrimonial Lawyers.

And before we go further, can we comment on the fact that there's such a thing as "The American Academy of Matrimonial Lawyers"?

"I'd like to thank the Academy..." What do they call their annual awards dinner? The Irreconcilabillies?

Anyway...

7 Days of Sex

7 Days of Sex. When I heard of this new show on Lifetime I was shocked and appalled that they would put this on television. Is nothing sacred anymore? But to be perfectly, honest. The idea of the show stuck with me.

Since Pat and I do "History Therapy" I was intrigued by another idea of unconventional therapy. But I am a good girl so I should not watch this show.

But I did. Purely for research.

And..... I enjoyed it. 2 committed married couples try to have sex for 7 straight days to help rekindle the spark. And at the end re-new their vows. It was interesting because they didn't focus on the sex. Each couple focused on each other. It seemed that this experiment worked on other aspects of their marriage. The lack of sex they had was symbolic of a bigger problem. And being forced to connect physically they connected emotionally.

So will I tune in regularly? Probably not. But it is something to remember in our crazy lives. We, as couples need to connect. And not via text. Hug, Kiss, etc.

Missoni - Style, Olympics, Love.

Mary should probably be writing this post, because I know nothing about fashion.

I have, however, seen the name "Missoni" on a fair number of chic-looking things. And the name conjures in my mind images of fabulous people sipping espresso on Roman balconies.

I don't know if that's accurate, but if my name conjured that image in even one person, I'd be pretty jazzed.

So I can't help but be impressed to learn that chic, amazing brand actually started with a 16-year-old girl falling in love with an athlete at the 1948 Olympics.

Antony & Cleopatra - The Last Tango in Alexandria

This is where it all started for us.

Some years ago, at the Peoples Improv Theater's first "Sketchprov" festival, we got the suggestions of "Tango" along with "Antony & Cleopatra" at the same time. What unfolded was something like this extremely historically accurate scene.

Hey Will & Kate, read this!

We had a five-month engagement.

Now, I'll point out that we had been dating for... ahem... some time before we got engaged (I don't remember the exact amount of time, but each of Mary's six older brothers seemed to have it down to the hour). But the engagement itself was very brief. We got engaged over the holidays, knew we wanted a spring wedding, and didn't want to wait a year and a half, so we dove in.

Anyhow, there's a real benefit to a brief engagement - especially from a dude's point of view - in that there's not a lot of time to oscillate over decisions. Music, flowers, menu, readings - we looked around, listened for advice, chose our favorite, and moved on. Sometimes it was unnerving. And when it was, we tried to keep in mind that, in the end, what we were hoping for wasn't a great wedding, but a great marriage.

This is a really nice first-person account of Jon & Karen, a couple who celebrated their 33rd anniversary by watching the royal wedding last year.

Jon and I were quite busy on our wedding day: We had chosen to have the reception at our apartment party house (free); pick up the food and beverages at a Big Bear store ($315 for the food, $53 for soft drinks); and get three kegs of beer from a friend who worked as a deliveryman for a distributor ($110).The beer plan hit a snag when the friend used his only call from jail to let us know he couldn’t make the wedding but that the kegs would arrive as promised.

How ya fixed for spit and dry socks?

My father was a soldier, and one of his favorite sayings was "How're ya fixed for spit and dry socks?"

I'm still trying to figure out precisely what it meant, but it seemed to be what he always said when we really had no option but to grin and bear it. And it definitely came from combat.

I think it meant something like:
You're out of food. You're out of ammo. You're cold. Someone's shooting at you. But hey, you've got some fresh socks to put on, so really, things could be worse.

Socks become very important to a guy who's mucking through the mud for weeks at a time.

And they were extremely important to Ken Sweet, an Australian soldier in World War II.

Why? Because these were special socks. They started a 65 year marriage.